Chapter 4773? Playing

Right now, Di Qing, even has no ability to protect himself, even in the face of some top cultivators, there is no chance of winning.

Therefore, he hates the feeling that his destiny is in the hands of others. If Jian Wushuang is defeated, they will be buried together without exception.

Di Qing's heart, which had no turbulence, was also a little nervous.

He could only barely use 10% of his power, which was indeed a little troublesome for Jian Wushuang, but with the sword intent by his side, it was more than enough to deal with Cui Jing.

Between Cui Jing's arms, there was Yanli Youlong condensed, and then his fists suddenly pushed forward.

A total of four dark-yellow power rushing towards the dragon, rising several dozen feet against the storm, the dragon's mouth is full of fangs, if it is bitten, it will definitely be severely injured.

Seeing this situation, Chen Qing and others, who seemed to have the chance to win, were also a little nervous. After all, Jian Wushuang suffered the most damage and did not recover at all.

The four frightened the dragon with strong blood energy, as if they had stepped out of the sea of ​​blood, and the town swept forward.

Jian Wushuang moved, he suddenly took a half-step back, and the real sword in his hand probed forward, and there was a clear sound from the tip of the sword.

At the same time, layers of long water ripples surged out from the tip of the sword, blocking all the rushing blood energy.

But this sword intent could no longer stop Cui Jing's offensive.

A few dark-yellow rushing dragons shredded the ripples directly, all of them opened their mouths full of strange teeth, and bit down on Jian Wushuang's head.

However, when Jian Wushuang retreated before, his figure did not stop, but turned his head with his sword and ran without any sense of confrontation.

Seeing this scene, everyone frowned and looked strange.

Although it is understandable to avoid its edge, but it is too unsightly to turn around and run...

Seeing this, Cui Jing was even more excited, and the originally cautious and solemn eyes began to disdain.

It seems that this soft persimmon is really the right one.

A total of four dark-yellow Benlongs failed to swallow Jian Wushuang and smashed into the ground.

Cui Jing stepped forward, and his right hand was condensed into an eight-foot stick by Yanli, which was rounded and smashed forward.

Jian Wushuang, who ran with his sword in hand,

Walk directly around the pillars.

"The rats who hide their heads and show their tails will fight with your grandfather Cui soon!" Cui Jing grinned as he smashed the pillar out of the pit with a stick.

Jian Wushuang didn't care about him, and he didn't seem to have any idea of ​​fighting against him.

The two are just like this in this ancient and silent hall, you chase after me.

Chen Qing and the others were all sweating, and Di Qing was even more nervous. He didn't want to die on the spot after the reincarnation.

On the contrary, the young guard looked at Jian Wushuang with hatred on his face, as if he wished he could be killed on the spot.

"Damn guy, I just hate that I can't kill you with my own hands now!" the young guard whispered, "When I recover, it will be your death!"

Sitting on the throne again, Niangniang looked at the farce-like battle calmly, without saying a word.

In her right palm, she did not know when she was holding a scepter wrapped in faint blood.

At the very top of this scepter, there is a sensible skull.

The skull is lustrous and moist, and it is infiltrated with blood all the time, as if flesh and blood may be born at any time, and it will come alive.

The cause and effect of such a woman with a great calamity on her body is quite terrifying, even ordinary Yanxian would never want to touch her.

Moreover, the top cultivator under her seat is also extremely depraved. He is addicted to killing innocent creatures, and has long been imbued with karma and calamity that cannot be erased.

The so-called massacre is a mysterious cause and effect that no one can detect and is almost impossible to eliminate.

When carrying a big killing calamity, it means that there is a crack in the heart, which is fatal to Yanxian and cannot be touched.

And these are all things Jian Wushuang noticed the first time he set foot in this sand devil cave.

So he is restraining and doing his best not to be contaminated with these causes and effects.

Cui Jing chased after him, eager to win.

Jian Wushuang turned back to fight once or twice from time to time, and then continued to walk, provoking Cui Jing's anger little by little.

"Rat, if I catch you, I will drown you in the sea of ​​blood." He was angry. Although his power was adjusted to the peak, it was like hitting cotton, and he had no way to start.

Jian Wushuang didn't hear the noisy words at all. When Cui Jing came running with an eight-foot stick, he suddenly raised his sword and probed back, leaving a long mark directly on the clothes in front of his chest.

Although Cui Jing was well prepared, he was too late to dodge and was almost injured by the real sword.

He broke out in a cold sweat, then became even more angry, released Yan Li and smashed towards Jian Wushuang.

The entire ancient and silent giant hall trembled, and one of the huge hall pillars was smashed by Cui Jing.

Jian Wushuang's figure flashed, and he finally shot him in a very subtle way.

The real sword in his hand is clear, bursting with sword intent, and strangling away.

In fact, the most fundamental reason why Jian Wushuang has not taken action is to be careful not to be contaminated with that inexplicable cause and effect.

Although Cui Jing's massacre was much less than the rest of the top cultivators in the Sand Devil's Cave, it was still strong.

Once infected with the big killing calamity, unless there is a supreme supernatural power to resolve it, you can only go on wrong and wrong.

Jian Wushuang is at the weakest moment, if he takes a wrong step, it will be difficult to reverse.

Now that there is no way to avoid it, he shoots directly.

Three thousand sword intents swept through, carrying the general trend and slashed towards Cui Jing.

Seeing this, Cui Jing smiled disdainfully, reached out his hand and transformed into a barrier of power to resist, and at the same time, the unabated cover pressed against Jian Wushuang.

He stood on the spot, dressed in a black robe without wind, his face was calm.

Soon, Cui Jing, who was rushing over, was flustered for no reason.

He vaguely sensed something was wrong.

As if to confirm the thoughts in his heart, the three thousand sword intents swept across in an instant, seemingly vulnerable, but easily tore apart Cui Jing's power barrier, and then cut it off!

He was terrified, and he covered his head without thinking.

Dust was swept up in the hall, and the top cultivators standing on both sides were all horrified.

This kind of sword intent is so pure that it is not mixed with any derivative power, but it has an impeccable general trend. They feel that no one can resist this sword.

Sword Intent gallops, completely wrapping Cui Jing's figure.

At this moment, when Di Qing looked at Jian Wushuang, there was an extra touch of meaning.

Sha Niangniang sat on the throne and raised her eyebrows to look at him at this moment.

Three thousand sword intents, come and go quickly, everything is just an instant.

When the sword intent completely dissipated, a ragged figure appeared.

This is only three thousand sword intents, and it can be considered that Cui Jing's underwear has been completely taken out.

He was unscathed, but his clothes were barely covered in shreds.

This is an unbearable humiliation, and it is absolutely impossible for him, the great commander of the Sand Demon Cave, to endure.

In this sand devil cave, face is far greater than life, not to mention his self-confessed leader.